Page 51 of Sweeter Than Fiction

“I want more. I want you to fuck me,” I plead.

In my ear, he gives a sexy, “Good girl.”

Oh, yeah. I like that even more when I’m naked.

His hand slips under the material of the thong while two fingers slide between my lips. With just the right amount of pressure, he rubs my clit in small circles.

My breath quickens as my body attempts to stay upright. Don uses his strong arms to hold me, keeping me exactly where he wants me.

My small moans start to grow louder.

Don asks, “Do you want me to make you come?”

“Yes,” I barely manage to get out between moans.

“Lie down,” he commands as he removes his hands from my body.

Without hesitation, I do as he says, lying on my back and waiting to see what he’s going to do next.

His eyes travel up and down my body, taking in every inch of me. “Do you know how fucking sexy you are?”

“No,” I answer honestly.

With a sly smile, he says, “I’m going to enjoy showing you—over and over again.”

Crawling over me, he starts at my mouth, giving me a light kiss before his lips start traveling south. He trails kisses down my neck and across my collarbone before pausing to take my nipples into his mouth one at a time. As his tongue flicks against the sensitive flesh, my pussy pulses, desperate to be touched again.

He moves on to kiss down my stomach. Every inch closer he gets to my sweet spot makes me more anxious to get to what’s coming.

His thumbs hook in the top of my thong, and he says, “If I remember correctly, you said you really wanted to get out of this.”

“Yes, please,” I beg, but he still moves teasingly slowly.

Once the fabric is completely off my body, he gently pushes my thighs apart, giving him better access.

When I see his head dip down, my entire body instantly tenses up. I sit up and say, “Whoa. What are you doing?”

“Well, I was going to make you come with my tongue.”

As ready as I am to come, I don’t want to go down that route right now. I know I won’t be able to get out of my own head.

“Could we just skip over that part…for now?”

He looks confused, and I’m worried that this whole thing is about ot get awkward and filled with questions.

Instead, Don brings his face back towards mine. After giving me a kiss, he says, “Whatever you want, beautiful.”

“Are you sure?”

His hand slips between my legs. “Abby, I can think of plenty of other ways to make you come.”

As if determined to prove his point, he slides a finger inside me. He moves it in and out, slowly, before crooking it to rub against my g-spot.

The only time this spot has ever been touched with any kind of expertise was with my vibrator.

But this is so much better.

“Think you can handle another?” He asks, rubbing my entrance with a second finger.

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